This is a song about "Wheel chairs"

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

That's the way i conceal, crash the game like i've lost the wheel,

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

He tried to rape me, but i slapped him with a prayer wheel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

But im not religious, im just fucking stuck in a viscous wheel,

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

Yellow diamonds in my ear